User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160811145125/@comment-2246928-20161218205646

Sensing the suffocating cloud of fear sink thick into the air, the fox turned to stare at the hare officer opposite him. The moment the hares bolted, he sheathed his sword and barked at Flewdd. "Right, come on, after them!" Without waiting for acknowledgement of his order, Serrano surged after his long-time quarry.